Dear Sun, 
The halcyon days are done. 
Now I’m the one that’s setting, you can all go on forgetting 
This one. 
How I am done deceiving 
All the people that believed they’d need me. 
I have never wished for more love. 

As I write this I realise I’m dying, 
My baby’s crying. My throat feels dry. 
Now if I wrote this right you shouldn’t read another line 
‘Cause Sunny I was never meant for this. 
Sunny I was never meant to die. 

At night I’m with everyone 
Now I am the settling sun. 
Maybe in another world 
We’d be less like a fever dream, drunk. 
Tell my darling we never worked and 
Give my love to The Accident. 
Give them all of my love. 
Tell my son 
That I am long gone. 
~~~ 
At night I’m with everyone 
And now I’m the settling son. 
At night I’m with everyone 
And now I miss everyone 
And I am the settling sun. 
Give my love to everyone. 
Now I have been overcome. 
I dreamt of a heavenly swan. 

At night I’m with everyone 
And now I miss everyone 
And I am the settling sun. 
Give my love to everyone. 
Now I have been overcome. 
I dreamt of a heavenly swan. 

At night I miss everyone. (At night I miss everyone.) 
At night I miss everyone. (At night I miss everyone.) 
At night I miss everyone. (At night I miss everyone.) 
At night I miss everyone. (At night I miss everyone.) 

I dreamt of a heavenly 
Swan.

We Are A Ghost Now, You & I

Dear Sun

You are all good people; you’re all really good people 
And the good ones always get what they deserve. 
You are just like clockwork; you’re all regular as clockwork 
And in turn you are the winding of the world. 
You are babies dying; you’re all beautiful and dying 
Begging somebody to save you from yourselves. 
But it’s just as tragic as mortality and taxes. 
It’s an absolute and self-defining hell. 

I just want to be a good woman. 
To be everything you want but couldn’t ask. 
And I hoped you’d be good at being a man. 
Let that lump rise in your throat. 
There are diamonds in your contrite hands. 
~~~ 
Hey, I read your story. It’s a devastating story, 
Every letter’s as important as the last. 
It was on good paper and your handwriting’s amazing 
It was just so hard for me to understand 
Why all those good people; all those really good people, 
So well written that they jumped right off the page, 
Had to end up dying; end up beautiful and dying? 
I’m just glad it’s works of fiction. Fuck, I hope so anyway! 

…And I want to be a good woman. 
To be everything you want but couldn’t ask. 
And I hoped you’d be good at being a man. 
Let that lump rise in your throat. 
There are diamonds in your contrite hands.

Good People

B-Sides from the 'We Are A Ghost Now, You & I' recording sessions - May 2017

Engineered & mixed by Greg Rietwyk at Woodstock Studios and The Aviary Studios, Melbourne
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Studios, New York

All songs written and performed by HAVE/HOLD

©℗ Have/Hold. All rights reserved.

B-Sides - MMXX

Held Once

An Image Of Modern Evil

Recorded at Head Gap Studios in Preston, Victoria.
Mixed by Matt Cook at Black Hole Studios in Brisbane, Queensland.
Mastered by Cassidy Van Bloom at Indie Masters in Melbourne, Victoria.